Our life

 

Hi Natty!  How are you feeling today?  I hope you are keeping calm, and keeping safe.  Today I scrolled down to the bottom of your Instagram.  It was a light peruse, I didn't scrutinize anything.  It's been an interesting adult life for you huh?  How glamorous.  I want you to know that I long with all my heart to be with you always, and share our life together.  I think I came in contact with you about 3 pages from the bottom.  While I remember clearly how I found you, I have no idea how you became aware of me.  Perhaps someday you will tell me, if you feel like it.  I have never deleted or did a major rewrite of any posts in this blog, all I ever did was to correct data, typos, and grammatical errors.  All the bungling I did while trying to secure a wife is plainly told here in this blog for anybody who doesn't have anything better to do but study it.  I'm not an angel.

People go on about famous last words, but Muslims have a definite set of last words they must utter before dying.  It's called the "syahadah", the English being "I bear witness that there is no deity worthy of worship but Allah, and I bear witness that Muhammad is the messenger of Allah."  The devil tasks himself to distract the dying Muslim from saying or being aware of these words, primarily by means of hallucination.  It is generally thought that one's life flashes before him before he dies, but I believe that the emotional hallucination is a more definite sign of death.  Extreme nostalgia.  The heart gives value and truth to what the mind comes up with.  One can be an old man gasping on his deathbed, but to him he is in his twenties and fondly sharing a drink and conversation with his buddies.  Something like that.  Whatever it is, it never crosses his mind to say the "syahadah" before dying.